Patchwork of the Twins

Murrumur:
I think I've hit another point
Where I'm not sure what I am
Threads don't start then never end, never end
My room is splattered with pastel blood
And photos of the dead
And dead ends from the hair that I've kept
Tethers mend
Patchwork friends with empty sigils in their names
Find a vein and draw their blood
Lost in language all the same
All the same
All the same

8485:
Hello please
Legacy recall
Crawl my backup files
Facial scan, halfway smile
Sudden face, sudden glance
Camera flashes back again
I watch the change reanimate itself
A frame a day and forget where it ends
I came back wrong, I wake up then
Missing now, shrouded thieving lore
From my unselves’ unfriends unsuspected nonetheless
Covering up my unclean hands

Body 40 below
Time frozen and cold
As it would be, as it should
As above, so it goes
Body left, representing innocence even in death
Tore my tongue and went ahead
From the last back to the next
The threshold gets your fingers wet

Murrumur:
Cancer’s sixes as Gemini's twins eat themselves like a snake
All my skin, all my limbs tear and screech like violin strings
Venus splits me into halves, into thirds, into fourths
Initiate second phase, second gate from the source
Coincidence, 108
Is there more to this fate
Hallucinate fragmentation
Replication of my frame
Let me out of this case
Vessel’s sick, no escape
But if I cut myself away, I'm not worth shit
And I’ll still age

In the mirror, someone’s face
What was I called anyway?
Different places, different names
Different masks, different tape
Navigate through my maze
Labyrinth, stew in hate
Centipede made of threads
Every leg carries death out to the places that I’d fear to tread
Not sure it’d ever end
Let it end
I’m shreds
Dead again and again, and again
And again, and again
And again, and again
And again, and again
And again, and again